10. Chapter Nine

"This is so dumb. I'm not anorexic, I just skipped a few meals," I groaned to the woman sitting next to me. She had to watch me eat every meal, making sure I ate atleast some of it.

My eyes fell on the food in disgust. Hospital food made me want to puke. I poked the 'steak' with my fork.

"Then why don't you eat?" She interrogated me. She moved her plump fingers over the horrid platter like it was a wonderful feast.

"Because, I eat food. And this," I pointed towards the things they were making me consume, "Isn't food."

She chuckled and shook her head back and forth. "Mr. Horan," she started. "You have to eat here. How about I get you a yogurt? It's a little more appetizing."

"Okay." I shrugged, while the woman got up from the circular table and approached the line.

"Hey, Blondie." A slightly familiar voice made me perk up. I smiled at Brooklyn as she sat across from me. "They forcing this glop on you?"

"Yeah," I breathed, but then I felt my eyebrow raise. "Did you call me....Blondie?"

She giggled and nodded, her black curls dancing around her face. "Here." She smiled, handing me a box of chips. Golden arches were printed onto the red cardboard background. I hadn't had McDonalds in forever.

"Thanks." I shot her a crooked smile. She returned with a more exquisite grin.

"You know how you were playing guitar last night?" She asked, a mischievous smirk fell on her rosy lips.

"Yeah?" It slipped out my mouth more a question than a statement.

"Well, this weekend....we're having a small concert for the children's wing. And maybe you could play."

"I-...I don't know." I looked down at my feet. The offer was nice, but I want sure that it was a good idea.

After all, I hadn't played in years.

"Oh, come on," she pouted. "Please?"

I smiled sheepishly at the ground, then looked up at her. "Why me?" I questioned, throwing a few chips into my mouth.

"Because, the kids will think it's cool that someone in the building is talented!" She exclaimed. "Please? For me?"